I like this picture because I think it makes me look like Audrey Tatou for some strange reason. Am I crazy? Well, of course I'm crazy, but comments?
I'm desperately in need of a new layout for my website, mainly because my posts are no so long that my font is either way too big or my margins are way too small. It just looks...funny. So until Liz makes me a new layout, I'm holding hostage...HER STAPLER! *takes stapler off desk* Ha, shows her!
In other news, it has been maybe the weirdest 24-hour period EVER. Here's a quick rundown:
~5 PM - cleaning is temporarily postponed as the books above my bed all fall off my shelf, scattering themselves in an unorganized manner across my bed and floor.
~ 6 PM - I get in a small tiff with Lizzy and the girls, leaving me upset and them mad at me, and causing me to storm to Target and buy chocolate graham crackers.
~9 PM - Lizzy and I resolve and carve StrongSad pumpkins and Jesus-o-lanterns.
~10 PM - Anna accidentally knocks over my special handpainted Importance of Being Earnest mug that I personalized for each cast and crew member. It shatters.
~10:30 PM - I try to glue mug back together, and proceed in getting super glue on my hands, jeans, and blanket.
~11 PM - The pens that were IN the mug apparently leaked, as now I have super glue AND ink under my nails.
~3:30 AM - The shelf above my bed collapses when one of the brackets pulls out of the wall. Books, picture frames, and several ceramic items fall to the ground - and to my defenseless body. Miraculously, only one book actually hit me, and nothing that hit the ground broke.
~10 AM - I fix the brackets and try to hammer the shelf back in to the wall where it should be. The vibrations cause Liz's CDs to topple and scatter, as well as a bottle of fish food. Needless to say, there is now quite a mess.
~11 AM - My neck begins to hurt. Only one book hit my head, so this pain must be from jerking my neck when the thudding woke me up. GREAT.
1 PM - I spend 2 FRIGGIN HOURS cutting keystones in stagecraft lab. Two hours. Push against the jig, cut. Push against the jig, cut. Push against the jig...
And now, I am back in my room. My mug is back together, sans several pieces. Hopefully, it will hold. There are books, boxes, and knick-knacks all over the place. I smell like sawdust and sweat. My neck hurts. My muscles are sore from sleeping in the same position too long - after the books fell on the bed next to me, I didn't want to get up and move them so I stayed where I was the rest of the night. And...well, I don't know if there's anything else to complain about right now...
I'm in a surprisingly good mood, though. Considering all this crap, I'm just taking it as weirdness and not bad luck. Technically, I've got one hour and 42 minutes for my 24 hour period to be done...I wonder what else could happen?
Updating twice in one week? It's madness!
First off, friends' quotes and mafia quotes are updated in the "naughty words" section.
Today has been quite interesting. We got on the wrong bus and eventually went to the mall, bought absolutely nothing but food, got on the wrong bus and wandered around all of the frightening parts of Bloomington, and eventually got back to our dorm. It was quite an excursion, and I have vowed never to go to Bloomington again. We passed an auto graveyard, an old cemetary, an abandoned factory, the projects, a Jesus coffeehouse, and a trailer park. I felt like I was in a bad horror movie.
We then went to the improv mafia triple play and got to see Zac, which makes me happy. He's teaching in Florida now so I got to talk to him about that briefly, and luckily, all of the old people were here so it was funny. Almost nothing bombed, unlike this year, where most of the new people need to do dying scenes far more often.
Tonight we're doing the theatre haunted house, and in the meantime, I'm cleaning and doing homework. Elisabeth is slicing her new layout in to, like, 40 parts and she wants to kill herself. I stay amused because I know she's not serious.
Here's a weird little thing - I have the oddest injuries at this moment that are mostly unexplainable. I have a huge bruise on the inside of my left calf and don't know where it came from, and the other day, I noticed a matching bruise on the inside of right calf. Same shape, same size, and I don't know where either came from. And who bruises the inside of their calves, anyway? I also burned myself in the scene shop this week, which resulted in three red welts on my finger from where the threads of a hot 3" tech screw hit me. Not cool...it stings.
I would love to really catch up on work this weekend, but I'm sure that won't happen. I'll see what I can do. Right now, I'm chilling, trying not to freak out at everything I need to get done...
Quote of the day:
Me: (singing Cher) "If I could turn back time..."
Jeff: "Could you prevent us from meeting?"
My friends love me. Really.
First of all, is anyone there? I used to get so many pretty comments, and now, nada. If you read this and you know it, leave a comment...*clap clap*
Elisabeth, Ashley, Jeff and I went to see Michelle Branch tonight at Braden. It was quite enjoyable. She did a lot of really great acoustic stuff, which is a nice change from all of the crappy voiced-over concerts that I'm used to seeing from the pop world. She actually did the beginning of "Everywhere" nice and slow and acoustic-y, and it was quite beautiful. She has a very nice voice and is very talented - especially now that she's gotten rid of her "Michelle Branch Syndrome!" So all in all I had fun, even though I had to come back and write a paper and finish a book. Blech.
Unfortunately, she had this opening act called Decca Tree...They weren't horrible, but they weren't, umm, good. Their lighting design sucked, and they used far too much echoey stuff, and the lead singer kept trying to hit high notes that just weren't going to happen. I tried to catch up on my sleep during their excursion, and Jeff said possibly the funniest thing I've ever heard. Actually, my two favorite quotes of the night are...
Jeff: (Directed towards the opening act) "Make like a Decca Tree and decca LEAVE!"
Michelle Branch: "This song goes out to all of the sorority girls..."
Me: Is it called Use a Condom?"
Also, my camera almost got confiscated by mean camera bitch. Actually it didn't, which is even funnier...She questioned the girls in front of me and Jeff, and they said the camera was behind us...She never asked me. I was holding behind my crossed arms, waiting to get caught. Somehow, I never do.
In other news, life is boring and busy. I was in the Vidette today, which was cool, even though half of the theatre dept. now hates me. *smiles* I'm teaching an English/psych lesson next week with my awesome partner Molly, which will be fun. I got my Amazon order today, so I now have 2 books to read in my spare time...Meaning December. My work in the scene shop isn't really my thing, but the time goes fast, and I have fun people working with me. I just don't like all the sawdust - it gives me nosebleeds and a rash. In movement, I'm killing myself with the 25 minute "warm-up." In voice, we finally got to yell about old, un-buoyant boats.
Yeah.
And, umm...Good night. COMMENT TO MAKE ME HAPPY!
This weekend, Caitlin Scheib style...
A phone vibrates on my chest, awakens
my desires to abandon work.
I leave, happily.
Car ride with Joe, homework, Vanilla Ice accompanies.
Missy Elliot and I work it in the backseat.
To be, or not to be?
I choose to be, fat, that is,
and make popcorn in my Lombard abode.
Saturday brings a bloody mess of limbs.
Not mine, of course, but a movie massacre,
a Texas movie massacre,
widens my eyes to the horror of hick towns.
I claw to abandon Normal, before it's too late.
My brother and I curse the girls behind us,
their talking finds the monster inside of me as I,
in the theatre,
ask them politely to shut up.
They leave ten minutes later.
Leatherface is defeated,
I rise and buy an iron.
A QBiz meeting tops off the night,
Kelly and Carrie tell secrets of money and commitment.
Four sexy men sit in line with me and Leeny.
I oggle them for six hours.
Joe cannot enlighten me with their names,
but I am not discouraged.
Leeny crosses stage and makes me proud.
I cross stage and make myself proud,
promptly pulling items from my bosom,
frightening my uplines.
Charleen laughs, and I join her,
my breasts are always good to laugh at.
Saying goodbye is harder every time -
my hero stands by his car, embracing me,
I fight tears and kiss his cheek.
The wind bites at my arms, and Taco Bell is closed.
And Sunday?
I wrestle with packing,
fixing Gertie the computer,
completing assignments...
My father takes me to boys town,
agreeing to see a wonderful play.
Pete James Zielinski, you are my soulmate.
Only, you're not. But I love you anyway.
"Let There Be Light" rocks my socks -
Go, everyone, see it now!
Is this even a poem anymore?
Have I lost my touch for rhythm?
Back at ISU, I drink diet coke and read
a novel, called Concluding, which makes me smile.
Ahh, to be a Brit.
I'm going home this weekend to see Texas Chainsaw Massacre with my bro, have a fabulous business function Saturday night, and see Pete Zielinski's show with my daddy on Sunday. Pete, where should we park?
I like this picture because I think it makes me look like Audrey Tatou for some strange reason. Am I crazy? Well, of course I'm crazy, but comments?
This whole Cubs thing thoroughly annoys me. Not that they lost tonight, and not that the one fan grabbed that foul ball, but the fact that every single person in the world feels it necessary to inform everyone else in the world that not only did this happen, but they are, in fact, pissed. First of all, guys, you can't do anything about it. It's over. Don't waste your energy cursing and whining about it, because you can't change it. Second of all, does anyone else realize that it's frickin' baseball? No one died, no one flew planes in to our buildings, and the Ebola virus isn't having sudden outbreaks in Chicago. Those would be reasons to be upset. But baseball? Yes, baseball is important to some people...but is it such a priority that you're snapping at your friends because you're upset? Is baseball more important than your relationships? Eric, you owe me an apology. I'm not mad at you, but you responded to me completely inappropriately.
This whole thing reminds me of 9/11. After 9/11, everyone in the US became a patriot just because now, they had a reason to. Everyone wanted to own a flag, and a flag tee-shirt, and a flag bandanna, and other crazy items. Was it really because they were feeling patriotic, or was it because they were feeling threatened by the USA's sudden sense of insecurity? Was it because everyone else was doing it, and now they had a reason? Well suddenly, everyone is a Cubs fan, even if they hated them before. Guys, you can't just be a fan because they're winning. Supporting a Chicago team is fine, I'm definitely doing that. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate the Cubs or anything. But suddenly converting yourself in to a die hard fan because they're winning and sobbing when they lose when you never cared before is cheap and shallow. Don't sell yourself out like that.
Did any of that make sense?
On the plus side, I got a lot accomplished tonight. On the down side, I have a lot more to accomplish tomorrow, not to mention that I have lab orientation from 4-7. Blah. I better get out early.
Mark, the very attractive guy who fixed my computer, came in to our room today and serenaded us with his guitar playing. He's adorable, and very smart, and very funny. I love his girlfriend to death (she lives on my floor and is the sweetest person ever), but damn, I wish they weren't together. I would so go after him.
And, to reiterate Sarah's sentiments, I hate Matt Glaze too. Not as a person, he's a very nice person. But his grading, his pickiness...the flat framing exercise took me far more time than it should have...it's aggravating. BUT the other class I'm struggling in, prose, is going progressively better. I have a good idea for our second paper. My task now is to actually turn it in to a QUALITY paper, and have Dr. White look over it before I turn in the final draft.
Good night, kids.
OK guys, I've actually done it. clicky clicky. Disney Medley
This is going in my blog and my lj, because I can't decide if it's trivial or not.
Has anyone ever noticed that Arabian Nights from Aladdin, Be Prepared from The Lion King, and Kill The Beast from Beauty and the Beast sound EXACTLY the same? Sing it with me...
Oh I come from a land in a faraway place where the caravan camels rome,
Where they cut off your ear if they don't like your face,
it's barbaric, but hey, it's home,
It's great that we'll soon be connected,
with a king who'll be all-time adored,
Hear him roar,
See him foam,
But we're not coming home til he's dead,
Good and dead,
Kill the Beast!
I will soon be making a wav file to demonstrate this point further.
It's been a while since I updated, eh? Three things...
First of all, I'd just like to share that I am far to busy to be alive right now. Midterms, and homework, and papers, and reading, and working, and theatre, and crash bandicoot...not that crash bandicoot should be a huge priority, lol, but I just HAVE to get all of those gems! *shakes fist* I'm not doing well in my prose class, so obviously, I need to focus on that more. I just don't have the time. Or DO I? (Just wait until the third thing!)
Second of all, I would just like to state how stupid rioting is. Seriously. When the Cubs won whatever they won, the national division or whatever, ISU had this massive riot and there were, like, 700 people running around campus screaming and drinking and breaking things. No, it wasn't violent. No, it wasn't extreme. But it really just takes one person to change all of that. It's a nice little psychological concept called tribal nature, kids, we do crazy things in groups that we'd never do normally. And it doesn't take long until people are breaking store windows, and people are getting hurt, and people are getting killed. No one seems to understand that. Everyone thought it was so fun. Was it "fun" when my dad had to work riot duty every time the Bulls won the championship in the 90's, and he'd come home at 9 AM the next day with bruises and cuts all over his body? Was it fun worrying if he would be seriously injured or even killed in the crowd? Was it fun watching the news and seeing all of the damage and death and injury count, and going to police funerals for the next week? Riots aren't fun. They're stupid and dangerous, and my friends wanted to go out in that. I think they're insane. No, no one got hurt...this time. It's not so far off for someone to get hurt. It happens all the time, and it won't be me, and I hope it isn't any of my friends.
And, third of all. I "left my position" at Parrot's Echo today. (: I'm finishing this week, and from then on, I'm a permanent sub so I can only work when I want to or have the time to. This came about because of budget cuts and they're being forced to fire people, and they were going to let go of Lauren, one of the other hosts, and I really didn't want that to happen...she was really upset. This is better for me because I'll have more time to study and work on QBiz, and it's better for her because she has the job she needs. So all is well.
Besides those three exciting points, nothing much is going on. Joe came down yesterday, which was nice, I've missed him. I'm currently getting an A in stagecraft, which amazes me. My nervous breakdown is in 41 days.
I think it's just about time for my nervous break down. I'm apparently hallucinating, making up phone conversations that didn't happen, forgetting what I'm wearing, getting odd tastes in my mouth, and calling people by the wrong names. Sometime soon, I will completely lose it. But my breakdown isn't scheduled until the week before Thanksgiving, and I just don't have the time to fit it in earlier. I mean really, it could TRY to work around my schedule...
On the plus side, today was pretty productive. I cleaned both of the fish tanks and my coffee cup, my room is fairly organized, and I gave blood and caught up with my movement journals. Plus, I have a way better understanding of the presentation we're doing Tuesday in prose, and I think my group has a good shot at the 10 extra points that I DESPERATELY need.
As it looks right now, I'm sure I'll get an A in children's lit (blow off class), theatre ed (because I work hard and Cyndee generally grades easy), and cit and gov (because my teacher told me he'd shoot me if I didn't get an A, lol). I've accepted getting a B in prose and stagecraft, thanks to my shoddy paper and midterm in prose and my shoddy teacher in stagecraft. What worries me is voice and movement. If I only get two Bs this semester, I'll be fine. My GPA will actually go up 1/100th of a point. But if I get more than two Bs, it will go down. I never know how I'm being graded in theatre performance classes...I would hope to get As in both, but I just never know. I guess I'll try to talk to someone who's had Marian and Paul and find out how they grade.
My family's coming down tomorrow for family weekend. We're seeing Amadeus on Saturday, shopping, my brother and dad are going to a football game, and if I ever get around to calling Young America, they want to see my apartment. Joe is coming down on Tuesday to do a "house meeting," if we can call it that in a dorm room. So that's fun. And as it looks, I actually will be home on the Oct. 18th for the BDS - I'm looking forward to that only because I didn't think I'd be home until Thanksgiving, and if I need something, I can grab it. The BDS will be great too. I get to cross as a 1,500 pin, and I get to see my Leeny cross as a new 1,000 pin! Hoorah! Besides that, I usually dread coming home...not because I don't like my family or anything, just because it's kind of a pain to pack up so much stuff, and I never get the homework done that I need to.
Liz was throwing up earlier this evening. Feel better, Lizzy! *grins*
*yawns* I must get a few more things accomplished before going to bed...